Lord Of The Lost

Ignoring the gaping wound in its mouth, it unleashed another Dragon Breath—

> A storm of cutting winds.

> WHOOSH!

Blades of compressed air shot forward, sharp enough to tear any Sequence 9 apart.

> He didn't dodge.

He charged straight through the storm, his body slicing into ribbons, his skin shredded by the wind blades—

> But his expression didn't change.

His young face, barely touched by time, was now hardened like steel.

His blood mixed with the storm, but he pressed forward—

> Unstoppable. Unyielding.

The Dragon Slaying Spear gleamed in his hands, an invisible shield of sheer force forming around him.

His superhuman physique kept him from collapsing—

> But he felt the pain. Every cut, every wound.

Still, he pushed forward—

Aiming for the wyvern's head.

> But the beast had learned.

The wyvern, though injured, was no fool.

> It wouldn't be caught off guard twice.

At the last second, it twisted its body, dodging just enough that William's attack missed its skull.

Instead—

> The spear plunged into its shoulder, carving open a bloody wound.

A deep gash, but not enough.

> Not enough to cripple it.

Before William could recover, the wyvern lashed out—

> A massive claw wrapped around his entire body!

It gripped him like a figurine, its razor-sharp talons sinking into his flesh.

> CRACK!

> William's bones shattered.

Pain exploded through his body, so intense it nearly blinded him.

For a moment—

> He thought he was going to be crushed into pulp.

In a fight between equals, there was a brutal, unspoken rule—

> For every hit you land, you must take one in return.

William had injured the wyvern.

> Now it was his turn to suffer.

Even though his combat instincts screamed at him, even though he tried to break free—

> The wyvern was stronger.

And then—

> Something flew through the air.

---

Sofia's Last Stand

> WHOOSH!

A spinning battle axe came hurtling across the battlefield.

> THWACK!

It slammed into the wyvern's claw, slicing through flesh and bone.

> ROOOOOOOAAAAAARR!

The wyvern screamed, its instincts forcing it to let go.

William fell to the ground, gasping, his body broken but alive.

> And in the distance…

Sofia stood weakly, barely able to keep herself upright.

Her body was ruined, drenched in her own blood, yet her eyes still burned with defiance.

> She was still fighting.

Still throwing axes when she should have been dead.

> Because she refused to die.

If it had been any other Sequence 9 witch, they would have been torn apart by the dragon's breath.

But her werewolf blood had kicked in.

> It kept her alive.

Barely.

---

The wyvern turned—

> It was done playing.

Its eyes burned red, its hatred focused entirely on Sofia.

It reared back, inhaling deeply—

> Another Dragon Breath was coming.

Sofia, too exhausted to dodge, could only brace for impact—

> She had nothing left.

And then—

> William moved.

William's bones were shattered.

His internal organs felt crushed.

His vision blurred as his body screamed in agony.

> But he didn't care.

Because at that moment—

> The Demon Wolf's survival instincts kicked in.

> [Self-Healing]—ACTIVATED.

His broken bones snapped back into place.

His wounds closed at an unnatural speed.

> The closer to death he was, the faster he healed.

> So he forced himself forward.

He grabbed his spear, ignoring the burning pain in his muscles—

And with one last surge of strength—

> He slammed the spear into the wyvern's jaw!

---

The wyvern's head snapped to the side—

And its Dragon Breath, originally aimed at Sofia—

> Blasted into the ruins instead.

A massive explosion tore through the landscape, shattering ancient stone and sending debris flying in all directions.

> But Sofia was still alive.

And William—

> Still had one last fight left in him.

The wyvern's Dragon Breath, a devastating attack, could not be used again so soon.

> Even a beast of legend has its limits.

But that didn't mean it was out of options.

> ROOOOOAAAAAAR!

Its tail lashed out wildly, a force capable of smashing boulders into dust.

William tried to dodge—

> He failed.

---

William Takes the Hit

> BOOM!

The impact sent him flying hundreds of meters, tumbling across the ground like a broken doll.

He rolled and skidded, his body snapping under the force.

By the time he stopped moving, his bones were shattered, his muscles torn.

Yet—

> He got up.

His stealth ability kicked in, momentarily masking his injuries.

Ignoring the pain, ignoring the damage,

> He charged back into the fight.

---

The wyvern, bleeding and battered, was limping toward Sofia.

> It had made its decision.

It couldn't afford to let this little witch attack from behind while fighting William.

Sofia was a problem.

> She had to die.

---

Sofia gritted her teeth, her arms trembling.

She barely had any strength left—

> But she wasn't done yet.

> [Mana Frost]—ACTIVATED!

A freezing gust erupted around the wyvern, encasing it in ice.

> CRACK!

> SHATTER!

The wyvern broke free almost instantly—

> [Immunity]—The Dragon Path's ultimate resilience.

But Sofia wasn't trying to freeze it solid—

> She was slowing it down.

> And it worked.

---

William Takes Control

> SNAP!

The wyvern froze mid-step, just enough for William to seize his moment.

Before it could regain balance—

> William appeared behind it.

He grabbed its thick, scaled tail—

> And roared.

> "COME HERE!"

> He lifted the beast.

A human throwing a dragon—

> Insanity.

But he did it.

> BOOM!

The wyvern slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.

> Its body cracked the earth.

Blood poured from its wounds, pooling around its scales.

Yet—

> It wasn't done.

The wyvern howled in rage, wings flapping violently, sending debris flying.

> Dust rose. The ground trembled.

And then—

> It charged at William.

---

Hand-to-Hand Combat Against a Dragon

William met it head-on.

The two clashed, an exchange of pure brute strength.

> CLANG!

A dragon claw met the Dragon-Slaying Spear.

Sparks exploded on impact.

William staggered back.

> CLANG!

Another blow.

He stepped back again.

The wyvern relentlessly pressed forward, claws swinging like razors—

William could only defend.

> He couldn't counterattack.

> Not without risking his life.

> FLAME IMPACT!

A blast of fire erupted from Sofia's hands—

> Like a flamethrower.

The force sent the wyvern stumbling off balance.

For the first time—

> It was vulnerable.

And William knew—

> This was their last chance.

William saw his opening.

His body screamed with exhaustion, but his mind was sharp, focused.

This was it—

> The last chance to end it.

A black light exploded from beneath him.

> Like a cannonball, William shot forward—

His spear found its mark.

> Straight into the wyvern's belly!

---

The Dragon-Slaying Spear sank deep, but—

> It didn't pierce through.

Not completely.

The wyvern let out a thunderous roar, its body convulsing in pain.

It crashed to the ground, the impact shaking the entire battlefield.

> Warm dragon blood gushed out like a fountain.

William—completely drenched in it.

---

> His limbs trembled.

The sheer strain of his attacks had left him drained—

His bones, already broken, fractured again.

> But he refused to fall.

His [Devouring] trait activated—

> Absorbing energy from the dragon blood on his body, desperately replenishing his strength.

Then—

> A shadow loomed over him.

---

The wyvern refused to die quietly.

> With the last of its might, it lashed out—

Its massive claw seized William, lifting him off the ground.

The crushing force made his ribs groan under the pressure.

He could feel it—

> The wyvern wanted to snap him in two.

---

CRACK!

A blinding bolt split the sky—

> Straight into the wyvern's body!

Sofia's spell struck true.

Normally, the wyvern's [Immunity] trait would resist such magic.

> But not now.

Not after everything.

Its body twitched uncontrollably—

> Its grip loosened.

And that—

> Was all William needed.

---

William gripped his spear—

> And drove it into the wyvern's throat.

The spearhead punctured flesh, tore through muscle, and sank deep into the creature's windpipe.

A final, choked roar burst from the wyvern's throat—

> Blood sprayed into the sky.

Its struggle weakened.

> Its pride as a dragon refused to let it fall—

But its body betrayed it.

> Plop!

The mighty beast collapsed.

Dead.

Sofia staggered over.

She looked at William, saw the exhaustion written all over his face—

> And said nothing.

Instead, she simply sat down beside him, leaning against the massive corpse of the wyvern.

Both were covered in blood.

> Neither cared.

They had pushed beyond their limits—

And survived.

> For now.

---

William stared up at the sky, feeling...

> Something different.

A shift. A realization.

Not just in his body, but in his very soul.

Something had awakened.

It wasn't just the victory—

> It was the feat.

Slaying a dragon.

William opened his game panel.

His eyes flickered over his status screen.

---

[ID: Breeze Blowing Over the Hills]

[Level: 18]

He exhaled.

The battle was over.

> But this was just the beginning.

Breaking Through Limits

A series of game prompts flashed before William's eyes.

> [You have broken through your limits in a life-and-death battle.]

[Your level has increased to Level 16.]

And then—

> [You have slain a transcendent stronger than you, achieving a legendary feat.]

[Title Earned: "Dragon Slayer"]

> [Life Achievement: You elevate yourself by trampling upon the "Dragon Clan."]

> [Your rank has increased, and the interpretation of the Demon Wolf Path has deepened.]

[Your level has been raised from 16 to 18.]

> [Dragon Slayer: You now hold a natural advantage over those on the "Dragon Clan" path. To you, this is an honor. To the dragons, it is a disgrace. From now on, all dragon-blooded beings will view you as an enemy.]

William let out a slow exhale, processing what just happened.

He had expected growth from this battle—

> But two full level-ups?

That was beyond his expectations.